Sinister: screaming babies in the tropical night

[Nando Sola]

Here I am again. Quite alive after a pagan weekend, a loitered monday  
and a void tuesday. I've been just riding my bike around the town  
again, but it won't do me any good to get some sleep. A night whose  
temperature is above 25º is called "tropical night" and unless you  
have an air conditioner, your only companion will be insomnia. I  
tried to open the window, but instead of rutting howling monkeys and  
soothing, alluring jungle night sounds, I have this baby-neighbour of  
mine screaming for human milk (or blood) like there was no tomorrow.  
Time to look back at my memories,  find new, very painful ways to  
slaughter newborns or just go deaf. Speaking of babies, I bumped into  
my 1996-1999 crush yesterday afternoon. She has settled down and has  
an extremely cute babygirl of her own, whom she was carrying in a  
stroller. Btw, she's not into B&S anymore. her boyfriend-and-future- 
husband doesn't belong to the swinging Madrid we both once knew.

And shame on me! Today I came to work (2 & a half hours late), after  
a night of tapas, beer, bowie and a regrettable discussion about the  
nonexistent possibilities of skinny dipping in Madrid. Well, we have  
this itty-bitty Manzanares river, but it's more of an open air sewer  
full of 3-eyed mutant fishes. I stood up for the good-ol' public  
fountains, but we never reached any conclusion. I wish we had  
something like Helsinki's Hietaniemi or at least non-gay, *real*  
saunas (skinny rolling in the snow at -30º included). I miss all that  
healthy scandinavian thingies.

As for my coming late to work, I had this silly moment in the  
commuter train when I realized I completely forgot to put my laptop  
into my bag, so I had to get back home. DOH! Status: still  
hangoverish. Resaca. Write five hundred blank mails to yourself with  
"I shall never go out on tuesday" in the subject line.

More things. Now that I am officially a former lurker, I decided to  
go to the PopRevolution festival (I loove almost all of the bands in  
Labrador). So if any sinisterino feels like guiding this humble  
spaniard back into the Light, I'll be there. Krister & Co. kanske?

off to sleep (hopefully)
//NANDO
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